Page 29 of Dark King (Advantage Play 2)

“You look awfully sure of yourself.”

“Because I am. I’d bet all in if we were playing with chips.”

“Because you’re sure your hand can beat mine, or you’re sure you know what’s in my hand?”

“Both. You have a full house, and I have four of a kind. Now take off the rest of your clothes and come sit on my lap.”

My jaw hits the floor at his confidence combined with his accuracy. “You have four of a kind?” He flips over his card to show me an ace and a queen.

“Seems like I’m good at collecting aces,” he teases, winking for good measure.

“But…how did you know what I had?”

“Because you’re right. With a little effort, I can read you like a fucking book. Now get over here. Don’t make me ask again.”

Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra and drop it to the floor, leaving my underwear on as I walk around the table, taking my time. The way his gaze heats as he eats up every inch of skin I have on display is pretty much the best confidence boost a girl can ask for, and my heart feels like it just might burst at the realization I get to call him mine. Shaking off the very real and serious turn my thoughts just took, I hook my thumbs around the flimsy material at my hips and tug them slowly down my legs.

“You got lucky,” I quip as I watch him tug down his black boxers.

With a grin, he razzes, “Never took you for a sore loser, Ace.”

“Then maybe you’re not so good at reading me after all.”

He laughs before reaching forward and tugging me closer. His hot, needy hands grip my ass before he situates me so that I’m straddling his lap.

“Now ride me, Wild Card. I’ve been dying for you since you challenged me in my office, and I think we both know how impatient I can get.” With a light slap to my butt, he leans back and lets me take the lead. I give him a coy smile before following his orders like a good little girl while knowing who’s really in charge in this very moment.

Me.

And I love him even more for giving me that power.

Chapter Fifteen

Kingston

Voices echo through the house and down to my office as I finish typing an email. It’s going to be sent to a few choice cartels who will be participating in Burlone’s tournament with me, and if things go according to plan, it’ll help solidify my strategy.

“Wait here,” D murmurs from the hallway before popping his head around the doorframe in my office.

“Hey. You have a visitor.” His voice is cryptic, piquing my curiosity as I look up.

“Who?”

“Dex.” My eyes open wide, showing him my absolute surprise as he continues, “I think you need to hear what he has to say. He also gave me this.”

Stepping forward, D hands me a folded piece of paper.

What the hell?

“Where did you get this?” I ask in disbelief. Regina’s swirling cursive is written across the front, and the sight puts all my senses on high alert.

“I told you; Dex gave it to me. He reached out and asked if we could meet.”

“And you went?”

He has the decency to look sheepish. “Yeah, I went. I didn’t want to stress you out or anything, and I know it was selfish of me to risk my life just to see my long lost brother but––”

“You just couldn’t help yourself,” I finish for him.

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